Okay, Amos. That's enough. I'm gonna tell it like it is.

I had my annual Performance Evaluation by the Board of Trustees last evening and they kept me on for another year. After what they said about me I was flown home by the flights of angels that are mine to command, lest I dash my foot against a stone. This morning I took a short walk, skipping merrily across the water left on the grass blades from the sprinklers, and I can't wait to surprise the boaters on the Reservoir by walking out and asking if they have any Grey Poupon.

More than just that, they asked my staff for input. Because of that input a bright glow now surrounds me, blinding those who try to look upon me when I have the rheostat all the way up. I pal around with Moses and Elijah and a sometimes a cloud will form and a voice like thunder says, "This is My Beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. Don't piss him off."

If you'd like, I send you a hem of my garment so you can be cured by its touch.